Lamb, Tree, Lion

I held my head up high,

holding back tears 

I dare that I will never cry.

 Not in front of them . . .

But tell me how can I 

not for the life of the Lamb

when the Snake has 

crossed the border to uproot

the Tree? The Tree of Life . . . May evolution evolve this Lamb into the Lion I know it to be

They mark their territory with "Don't Tread on Me" yet in its stead I will bite off its head.